Chapter 17

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Olivia Beckham
**Trigger Warning: talk of eating disorders**
We walk over to Charlie's house and he possessively grabs my hand with his giant paws. Like he's worried about someone taking me. Silly boy.

We get to his house and his dad unlocks the front door with the electronic keypad. We all walk in and take off our shoes and his parents go into the kitchen to make dinner. Charlie brings me back to the roof, where it seems is his favorite spot and lays down on the blankets. I lay down next to him and he immediately grabs my hand again. We stare up into the sky for a while before he breaks the silence, "How are you feeling Ollie?" 

"Happy." I reply honestly. He squeezes my hand and looks over at me with the cutest little smile on his lips.

"What are you doing for your birthday?" I ask

He starts to laugh before saying, "My birthday is like a month away Ollie, why in the world would I know what I'm doing for it?"

"Because you have to start planning sir."

"Planning for what?"

"For what you're going to do! How are you going to spend your birthday?"

"With you. I'll spend it with you"

"Ok, but what about all your friends and family? I think they would be a little offended if you didn't spend your birthday with them."

"They'll be fine"

"But what if they aren't?"

"Arggggggghhhh" he rolls onto his belly closer to me and continues to groan into the side of my sweatshirt.

"Fine I'll spend time with everyone, but mostly with you."

He stays still on his belly before I nudge him with his elbow, "Well? What are you going to do?"

"I'll think about it." came his muffled reply

"Charlie! Olivia! Dinner!" his mom suddenly yells out from the side of the window. Charlie groans again and rolls back onto his back before sitting up and I do the same. He grabs my hand again and we walk to the window where we effortlessly climb back inside. We walk back downstairs, the smells of dinner slowly invading our senses.  We enter the dining room to see food of all kinds laid out on the table. Charlie leads me to the side of the table and pulls out a chair for me before sitting in the one next to me. His parent's enter as soon as we sit and they go to the other side and take the other two seats.

"So Olivia, how's dance?" Charlie's mom asks me, starting to pile food onto my plate.

"Good, we're working on 6 different routines right now." I say as she starts putting food on her plate too.

"That's awesome! You have a concert in the spring right?"

"Yeah." I say picking at my food.

"Charlie, how's basketball been going for you? Your team treating you well?" his dad asks.

"Of course dad. They're much better than the other team." he says while trying to hide his smile.

Everyone continues to eat while I play with my food, waiting for my appetite to come. Of course his mom notices, "Olivia, are you not hungry?"

"I'm sorry, it looks really good."

"No worries love." she says with a smile that I know is fake and I feel instantly guilty.

"How's Sofia? I heard she was sick last week." she asks.

"She's doing better, she's back to her happy self now." I say with a polite smile

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